Cang Ji did not understand the bitterness of the word "li" and was indifferent to the child's crying. But the woman's final sound made him creepy. He was about to push the branches to see what was going on, but he felt that the empty scene was like water sank, and in the blink of an eye, it broke at his feet. The bells sounded like jingling, which made Cang Ji open his eyes in an instant.

Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, the bell was still ringing rapidly.

Cang Jiliu was sensitive and looked back suddenly, but saw Gu Shen sitting in the room, shaking with a bell in his hand.

Gu Shen stopped seeing Cang Ji woke up. He was quite afraid of Cang Ji, so he pinched the paper talisman between his fingers and said to Cang Ji: "You two have followed me for several days, what's the point of doing?"

Cang Ji said, "Seeing that you have a strong skin and cooking is just right."

"I have many opportunities to sleep in the open along the way. You didn't do anything, I'm afraid it wasn't for the sake of your mouth." Gu Shen supported himself cross-legged and said seriously, "I'm so poor that I'm so lonely that I'm so wandering here. What do you want?"

"Since you know that I have been following you for several days, why did you come to ask until today?" Cang Ji poured out the cold tea on the table, sniffed it and then poured it on.

"I didn't confirm it at first, until I saw you two again last night." Gu Shen said, "If you have something to do, you can tell me calmly today."

"You have nothing to ask for anything." Jinglin suddenly opened his eyes, "but you have something to help you. When you come to your home and go around here among the mountains, don't you realize that you have already followed the manipulation of others."

"Must?" Gu Shen showed suspicion, "Is it because I am going around me to cook for the demon?"

"Looking for a family is the key," said Jinglin. "If the funeral in Donglin can be attributed to the word "death", then the copper bell will look for you for the word "li". Last night, I reminded me that since it has arrived, it is not without reason."

"I don't know where my family is, so how can others help me?" Gu Shen's speech stopped.

"You don't know." Jinglin was able to rub the back of his neck and closed his eyes and said, "Someone must know about this place."

Manager Zhu was tied up strongly. He wanted to cry without tears, so he had to ask: "Three subordinates are merciful! I am just greedy and I don't want to kill anyone."

"The knife has sharpened your grandfather's neck." Gu Shen hugged his shoulders, "I'm still here to make your mother's fart."

"No, I'm not dead." Manager Zhu blinked his eyes and squeezed out tears. He shook his body and kept moaning. "We can wait for the little demon in the mountains and fields to see a living person for hundreds of years. How can we blame us!"

"Looking at your thin skin and tender flesh, you roll it into the oil, and it will be crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. It must be delicious." Cang Ji stepped on his back and pressed down the pig essence.

"No! No!" Manager Zhu cried, "There are more delicious monsters in the mountains than me! You can raise your hands and fry others!"

"Does all the monsters here live in the city?" Jinglin pushed away the branches that had already sprouted and turned around and came out.

"Everyone lives here." Manager Zhu was very aggrieved, "There were so many people who stretched their claws last night, so you can't be more generous than the other! I'm convinced if I want to eat them together."

"Is it unhappy to stay in the mountains? I pretended to be in the place where people live." Cang Ji showed mercy under his feet and did not step on the person into the mud.

"I live in the mountains." Manager Zhu smeared his fat hand and smacked his lips before continuing, "This place was a city of mortals. Later, when people died, Grandpa of the Mountain God lived alone and was lonely, so he asked me to come in together. Only when winter and spring intersected every year can we go out of the city to make friends, and we can't usually get in."

"Why did the people in the city die?"

Manager Zhu avoided his eyes and touched his short and thick nose, without saying a word.

"Pick his pig ears and put wine to eat." Gu Shen pulled out the dagger from his waist. "I heard that monsters eat people all day long, but today I say that I often smell like monsters."

Manager Zhu hurriedly buried his head in the mud, holding his breath and panicked: "No, no, no! I said that! There were no mountain gods here at first, so people in the city did not worship the gods, so monsters were gathered around them, and even the Dividing Division did not want to take over. The city was evil, and most of the women were serious and did not go out to the streets. They were locked in the house all day long. When they came in, they thought that the city was full of men! But although they did not worship the Nine Heavens gods, they were always incense and had many descendants, faster than the rat demon rabbit spirit! When I looked out at the mountain, I felt that the city was dead and I was very scared. It was so strange that it was not like a monster, but like an evil demon. Then a few years later, the Dividing Division could not see it, so they sent Grandpa of the Mountain God to stay here. In less than three days, the people in the city died clean."

Gu Shen said in horror: "All dead?"

Manager Zhu said: "The demons were caring and thought they could get the corpse to eat. Unexpectedly, Grandpa of the Mountain God would not allow him to bury all the people in this city underground. No, I don't know if it's just for the enjoyment or just for it."

Cang Ji was about to speak, but he gently put a folding fan on his lips. Jinglin seemed to be thinking, but did not ask.

Manager Zhu hugged his head and cried: "I have told you all! Grandpas! I have been practicing human body for a hundred years. Not only are I old, but my skin is also rough and thick, and it will taste like chewing wax!"

"Mountain God" Gu Shen also realized something strange, "Where is the mountain god now?"

"The sunset shines down to the foot of the mountain. When the mountain catches light, he will sleep at the foot of the mountain." Zhu said, "Grandpas, please don't mention it. When the mountain god wakes up, he often travels to the forests. It's not like patrolling the night, but like looking for someone. He has been looking for years and year after year, and there are no passers-by here at all."

After the manager Zhu finished answering, he kicked him back to his original form by Cang Ji. The wild boar rolled in the mud and water before he ran away dirtyly.

"How can gods do things that are randomly killed?" Gu Shen said, "I don't believe it."

"Maybe it's not a god." Jinglin's eyes shook with the sun. He said, "The little demons in the mountains do not often encounter gods, and the Nine Astronomy Books are not visible to everyone. You must make them intentionally, and no one here can notice them."

"So brave." Cang Ji said, "The monster with a shallow cultivation cannot be kept."

"Only you can understand it by seeing it with your own eyes." Jinglin said.

At this time, the day has tilted and the hour of You is coming.

The monk from the drunken mountain was slapped.

He lay on the side of the ground, reluctantly complaining: "It disturbs people's dreams! The vernal equinox is approaching, and the seedlings have been planted in the south. You have not traveled all the mountains in the north yet! I have missed the farming season of the northern people, and I will not blame everyone for scolding you!"

"Ouch." Wu Qing's sleeves were hanging down her sleeves and swept on the face of the monk Zuishan. The person came to untied his wine gourd, shook it for a while, and said with a bitter face, "No drop left, I walked from the south, and my mouth was dry."

"Who is the fault of being a good job!" The Drunk Mountain Monk turned over.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but you are getting worse and worse. There are countless strange things in the nine heavens. You are the most shining one. No matter how bad others are, you will sleep on the branches. At least you can scare people. You will be standing on this dilapidated street, as if you were beaten." Dongjun threw away his wine gourd and sat on the back of the monk on the drunkard, "Let me rest."

"Get out quickly." The monk from the drunken mountain said annoyedly, "I will sleep wherever I like, it's all your business."

"I'm not here to fart you?" Dongjun looked around and said, "I've called it, you've really been beaten. Interestingly, there are such heroes in this ferry. How dare you ask for your name? I want to pick up a pen and write a praise and praise it. It's really awesome."

The monk Zuishan stood up suddenly, and before he could pick up the magic wand, he took off his shoes and threw them on Dongjun's face. Dongjun quickly avoided him, took the shoes, and looked embarrassed again, and threw his finger away with disgust.

"I was so angry that I was embarrassed." Dongjun clapped his hands and said, "I beat you hard, I beat you well!"

"One day I will tear your mouth apart." The drunken monk spat, "It's stinking! It's so cheap that my skin itchy!"

Dongjun was wearing a folding fan in his back collar. If he stood up without saying a word, he could make a name for himself in the Nine Heavens with this face alone. But this man likes to open his mouth and insists on making his reputation a bad reputation that thousands of people dislike. Who is not afraid of the gods of the Nine Heavens? Even Chengtianjun knew that he would retreat and pretend to sleep.

He blew a cheerful tune intermittently, without getting angry at all, and laughed: "Why do you have to show this fast speech? You and I have a deep affection for each other, how can you bear to let it go? Besides, this skin is not about confusing all living beings, but cheating on forgiveness is still a matter of making a fool of yourself. I'm sorry, the monk from the Drunk Mountain!"

The monk Zuishan took off his other shoe: "Do you get out?"

"Get out!" Dongjun didn't say anything, and immediately rolled on the ground, then stood up and continued, "Isn't this the end? How about it? I'm afraid that there is not one person who fought with you last night."

The monk in the mountains puts his shoes back: "I'm doing your job in the soul-chasing prison"

"I saw the ground cracked and collapsed from one place, but I guess it was you who took the lead in taking action with a stick. This place is hidden in the mountains, which is definitely not a place where the Soul Chasing Prison can reach. It can be seen that you are tracking your personal grievances and follow others. Ordinary people's grievances will not be asked to be in your heart. Ordinary monsters are not worth mentioning. I think this 'other' is mostly inseparable from the Nine Heavens Realm. I haven't heard of others coming down from the world recently, so this 'other' is not an old friend?" Dongjun leaned over and picked up the stones and was amazed, "You fought with others, don't want them to have a few brushes. Haha, you must have suffered a silence, so you slept in a naughty way, wanting to wait for energy to accumulate strength and chase again and fight again. It made me curious, these two."

He stopped abruptly and turned the stone between his fingers. At this time, the sky had already sunk and the city was getting darker. He rubbed it and said softly.

"This trace looks like a sword mark. What kind of object is it? You don't have to say it. I guess it's a fan. It's interesting and interesting. The fan makes it so sharp that it makes me remember myself."

The monk Zuishan immediately asked nervously: "Who?"

Dongjun threw away the stone, took out the folding fan from behind, opened it with a "splash", and said, "It's not exactly what you are going down."

The monk from the drunken mountain lifted up the magic wand and knocked it on his head without saying anything. Dongjun avoided dodging without any haste, fanned to catch the wand, sank slightly, and then suddenly smiled.

"Don't do it," he said. "You really didn't realize it when you fight with someone. Did that move imitate who did that move?"

The drunken monk felt a terrified heart, and he saw Dongjun shaking his body and holding the sword flower, and the wind fanned away, surrounded by the shocking dragon. Although he had not drunk, his gait was full of drunkenness! The drunken monk was really shocked and almost thought that he had turned into someone else to trick him into playing with him.

Who are those two?

Jinglin suddenly coughed a few times, Cang Ji carried him on his back and turned around and asked, "Is it cold?"

Jinglin said: "It's a chill behind you."
Chapter completed!